My mom always said natural beauty is best. I grew up insecure because of it.
Growing up, my mom never taught me proper grooming or hygiene. She would always tell me and my sister that makeup was for insecure people and that natural beauty was best.
It didn’t help that we were poor. My mom would let us wear whatever oversized T-shirts we had and poorly fitting jeans. I was stick thin back then, so ang pangit talaga ng fit sa akin.
Even bras were discouraged. According to my mom, bras were only meant to make your chest look bigger. I think it had something to do with how she was raised. Back in her school days, girls who wore bras would get punished.
My mom always told us we were pretty, but I thought she was just being biased, so I never really believed her. I was very insecure when I was younger.
I was never a heartthrob in school, although a few guys noticed me, probably because of my good grades. But I would avoid them because I thought they would lose interest once they saw me up close. To make things worse, I struggled with acne for years.
My mom kept insisting my acne was caused by my bangs, so she made me wear a headband in a way that somehow made me feel even less attractive 😂
My mom also saw femininity as kaartehan. She never cared much about appearance and would always say that my dad chose her because she was “natural.” I honestly thought she was just lucky.😅
Ironically, it was my dad who helped us more with things like presentation. He would sometimes brush our hair and was actually good at it since he grew up with many sisters. He even taught us how to sit properly, something our mom never taught us.
Years later, my dad quit his job and started his own business, and life slowly got better. When faster internet became available, I started researching proper grooming, skincare, and fashion on my own.
Then pandemic happened. I gained weight and started looking like a burrito in my old clothes 😂 That was when I started working out. Clothes began fitting me better. In my late 30s, I actually started feeling the sexiest I had ever felt. Around that time, I also found a good dermatologist, and my acne finally started clearing up.
One time, I ran into a friend’s mom and chatted with her for a bit. Before leaving, she suddenly told me:
“Alam mo, blooming ka. Gumanda ka talaga.”
I was honestly shocked, and of course, very happy.
It made me realize that no matter your age, there’s still hope to become the version of yourself you want to be. Sometimes, you’re not “ugly." You just haven’t learned what works for you yet, or you simply haven’t had the chance to take care of yourself.
I’m still a work in progress. I still don't know much about fashion and makeup, but I’m genuinely happy with how much I’ve improved not just physically, but also in confidence.
I just want to add that this isn’t me blaming my mom. She loved us, sacrificed a lot for our family, and genuinely believed naturalness was best. She grew up in a different generation with different beliefs, and I know she meant well. She also has naturally beautiful skin, something I did not inherit.😢 This is simply me reflecting on how those experiences shaped my confidence and relationship with femininity.
TL;DR I grew up being insecure because no one taught me proper grooming and hygiene and I suffered from acne. I started taking care of myself and glowed up in my 30s.